Emma Bollock was still kneeling on the ground, her eyes dull and lifeless.
Jasper Bollock clenched his fists tightly and glared back at her angrily, "Why did you have to do this?!"
Emma Bollock was startled by his voice and trembled.
She laughed despondently, "Because she stole my happiness, she destroyed my dream... haha... she can't save her, and even if she does, it will be an ugly face! Brother Lucas will despise her, he won't want her anymore..."
"Emma Bollock!"
Jasper Bollock fiercely slapped her across the face.
With his strength as a soldier, that slap was certainly no lighter than the one Lucas Griffin had just delivered.
Emma Bollock was struck down to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She touched her burning cheek and glared up at Jasper Bollock, "Brother! You hit me! Why did you hit me! I did nothing wrong! I didn't!"
Jasper Bollock clenched his fists again, struggling to control his raging emotions.